Emily laughed. “Fair enough.”
She stood and walked over to her desk.
“We’ll be fine, grumpy,” she told her, sitting behind her desk.
Emily switched her computer on and went through her messages while waiting for it to boot. She found the message she was looking for and handed the paper to Yvette.
“Verify this, please. Check the engraving and make sure it’s here by this afternoon,” Emily instructed.
Yvette took the paper and looked down at it.
“Will do,” she assured. “I’ll grab your coffee.”
“Thank you.”
Yvette left and Emily went through the rest of her messages. One, from the office of one of their corporate clients, was labeled, ‘Urgent.’ Emily put the note to the side and checked her email. When Yvette returned, she placed hot coffee on her desk and waited to go over their daily run-through.
“Pull the Harrison, Keller, and Tattenger files, I need a brief meeting with Khalil in accounting, and…” Emily looked down at the message. “Get Rebecca Ferron on the phone.”
“Yes, ma’am. Right away.”
“Thank you.”
Eager for the first sip, Emily reached for her coffee mug. The first sip was all she got before Yvette came across the intercom, informing her that Jim Vega, an associate of Rebecca Ferron, was on the line. Emily placed the cup on the desk, grabbed the receiver, and pushed the blinking line.
“Jim, what’s up?”
“Rebecca needs your help.”
Emily’s spine straitened. She could hear the anxiety in his voice.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Rebecca has been arrested for murder.”
“What?”
Emily was floored. Rebecca Ferron was one of their wealthiest clients. She owned a successful tech company that developed software that enables insurance companies to monitor how their customers were driving. She was a multimillionaire and one of Storm and Associates’ most important clients.
“They’re saying she killed her husband,” Jim explained.
“Oh,” Emily breathed.
The thought wasn’t all that inconceivable. Rebecca’s husband was an opportunistic con-artist who weaseled his way into her life and bank account with good luck and charm.
“Where is she?” Emily asked.
“They’re holding her at Area North. I can email you the address.”
“Okay, Jim. Thank you. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of her,” Emily assured.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Bye now.”
Emily returned the receiver to the cradle and used the intercom to call for Yvette. Seconds later, she was entering her office.
“Who’s here from criminal?” Emily asked.
